Saturday, December 13, 2014

Desperation's Reach

Asking me to take your hand
Not even realizing you're already out of reach
Not wanting to hear a word I say
You're not in church you say so why preach

The words I cannot utter
Held captive by a heart that is weak
It seems only my life blood can escape
From that prison of thoughts with a leak

I don't know what more to do
To make you see the gulf we must bridge
If only you would respond with acceptance
Instead of quiet hardness and umbrage